Well I begged and cried and I pleaded and screamed
Said I can't take any more of these apocalyptic dreams
She said: "Well I think you'll be all right,
Just take some of this and we can both sleep through the night.
I know you want me to be her
But try as I have tried I cannot be that sort of girl
But I am warm, and we can be at my place soon
My face could be anyone's in this smoke-filled room."
Get ready, it's coming to a head
I remember her well, in the Chelsea hotel
Just hope she's not dead.
Said "you've been coming 'round a lot
And I think I know your plans.
So if you see me in those throngs of desperate sinners
Just know I'm laying hands."
We'd been up for four or five days at that point and
Sometimes it's hard to tell
But I was seeing the apocalyptic skyline
As we drove on up through Hell.
Said "Michigan's a shithole,
But Canada's the best
And we're almost at the border
So why don't you take the rest?"
We drove up to Toronto
I heard she went up to Quebec
I hitched a ride to Buffalo
That's where I met these friends
And I guess you know the rest.